The sun pours its golden light,
Night's shadows retreat
from the garden's edge.
Flowers awaken, petals wide,
bathed in a radiance divine
only the heart can truly hold.
In this sunlit haven,
I sense an awakening—
a world woven with wonder,
where love whispers,
and magic lingers in the air.
The golden light flows,
time itself seems illuminated,
a gentle guide pulling me,
ever onward—
from the depths of shadow
to the brilliance of light.
MyKoul
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